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Not odd, per se. But your joy over getting to push things down people's throats could be interpreted in a very interesting way if I were a psychiatrist.Is it odd that I consider the idea of shoving laryngascopes into people cool? Cause I'm really really excited that this is our clinical this week
This is a thing?!
Wow, I really underestimate sometimes just how easy I have it in the hormones department...
Not odd, per se. But your joy over getting to push things down people's throats could be interpreted in a very interesting way if I were a psychiatrist.
I stopped considering Freud seriously when I worked out his entire gimmick is basically just "either you're obsessed with ze penis, or you hate and/or want to bed your mum."Pffft. Yeah. Don't listen to Dr. Freud until he takes that dang cigar out of his mouth and quits insisting we're all nihilistic animals engaged in some never-ending internal struggle of OH TEH NOEZ.
Which, considering he's dead, won't happen anytime soon...
I don't know if it's a thing for other folks, but it is for me. My symptom is anxiety. I'm actually a fairly even-keeled gal, which is why sudden AAAAAA feelings usually makes me look at the calendar and go, "Oh. I see." Like today.
Oh, and FYI, if anyone is interested, the American air force cadets are a wealth of hilarious video tutorials on inserting a nasopharyngeal airway... While the patient is conscious.
It was like watching a blokey dare gone bad...
Ah, I see... now I just need to find someone of the writerly persuasion to do battle with.
I stopped considering Freud seriously when I worked out his entire gimmick is basically just "either you're obsessed with ze penis, or you hate and/or want to bed your mum."
If there's any psychiatrists here they're going to hunt me down and kill me for reducing his ideas to such crude and simplistic terms but that's what it seems like to me.
I stopped considering Freud seriously when I worked out his entire gimmick is basically just "either you're obsessed with ze penis, or you hate and/or want to bed your mum."
I don't know if it's a thing for other folks, but it is for me. My symptom is anxiety. I'm actually a fairly even-keeled gal, which is why sudden AAAAAA feelings usually makes me look at the calendar and go, "Oh. I see." Like today.
Because if I know it's just the &_@)*$ hormones behind the anxiety, I can ignore it, since it'll go away in a day or three.
Too sick to do my shopping. I sent my husband instead.
I can't believe I turned my husband loose in the grocery store with a blank check! I must be utterly insane!
Am I ever going to start feeling better? The doctor called the house yesterday, said my numbers are looking better, but I still feel like a can of smashed assholes. Why? Why can't I feel better?
Is it odd that I consider the idea of shoving laryngascopes into people cool? Cause I'm really really excited that this is our clinical this week
Cheeseburger soup:
Make a cheese soup with cheddar, parmesan, asiago, cream, chicken stock, mirepoix. No big deal.
Add onions softened in butter.
Add browned, drained ground chuck.
Add fresh mushrooms (optional)
At the last minute, add chopped up lettuce, fresh. Also add diced tomatoes.
Serve immediately, before the veggies have time to do more than get warm.
Btw, at the end of the day, said person thanked me (again) for talking to him. I was happy he was so appreciative because it means I'm having an impact.
Cheeseburger soup:
Btw, at the end of the day, said person thanked me (again) for talking to him. I was happy he was so appreciative because it means I'm having an impact.
I may be in love with Wordle for editing.